Note: if you like being cuckolded or watching your wife get banged by other men then this isn't for you. I hope you enjoy it and if you don't oh well.
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I sat there with my mouth wide open. Why, you ask? My wife Jane just asked me if I would please be a cuckold for a week.
By the way, my name is Mike and I knew the answer already, but I'd hoped Jane really wasn't so stupid that she would ask me. I wanted to respond in a calm manner, but needed to catch my breath first.
You see, I have a history of being an asshole. I know I'm one and I wear the title with honor.
This all started about a week ago when we were at my sister's BBQ. There were 15 couples there and the wine and beer were flowing freely. Good friends, good food and a smashing good time.
Then someone yelled out, "Let's play TRUTH or DARE!"
Our host, my sister Barbara, started off the game by asking her husband, Tim, to perform a 'dare'. She asked him to massage Karen's feet.
Karen's husband Jeff just laughed and told him to wash his hands afterwards, as she had very hard and bad feet. As Tim was rubbing them Barbara asked Karen how the cuckolding was going. A few of the husbands, including me, looked like some one spat in our beers.
Then Jeff messed up my head even more by answering. He said with no bitterness, "Karen has three lovers now and is looking for more."
Now me, being me, I wanted to slap Jeff up the side of his head and ask him, "What the FUCK is wrong with you?" But I was a guest, and the look my wife gave me could melt ice in Alaska. So I said nothing and grabbed another beer.
Damn where is Captain Morgan when you need him?
"Shit," I thought, listening to this was going to be hard. As I said I am an asshole, but I sat like a good little hubby and said nothing.
After about ten minutes in Jeff's recounting of how hot it was to see Karen being DP'ed, I got up and headed for the john. I was in there for about twenty minutes talking to myself. I had to speak softly because any louder and people would think I was a nutcase.
After I calmed down a bit, I opened the bathroom door and there stood Barbara with her hands on her hips looking at me like I ruined her BBQ.
I said, "What's up sis?"
Barbara, in her normal 'gets on my nerves' fashion, said, "How in the hell can you be so mean!"
"Me? Mean? What in the fuck are you talking about? I haven't done or said anything. I promised Jane I would be a good boy and I have been."
Barbara then proceeded to tell me that Jeff was showing his love for Karen by allowing her to do this. When Karen finished "exploring," she explained, Karen and Jeff would be a stronger couple.
I just had to ask, "How is fucking other men going to make a couple stronger?"
Barbara was put back by the way I said it. I guess since I am older I should understand what women want. Hell, I didn't even know what my freaking wife wanted -- and I have been married to her for eleven years.
"Mike, you need to open your mind to new things," said Barbara.
Once again I just had to ask, "Has Tim opened up his mind to Karen and Jeff's new idea of marriage?"
Then Barbara told me what was expected of a cuckolded husband. She spoke with such passion that I had to repeat my question. Once again I asked, "Is your husband, Tim, open to this?"
"I haven't asked him yet. I wanted Jeff to spring it on the husbands first."
For the first time in my life, I want to slap the shit out my sister.
"Barbara you have got to be out of your fucking mind! If you ask Tim and he agrees, I'll watch the kids for you while you on your dick hunting trips. I'll even wash your car. But I won't leave you alone with my wife ever again!" With that I turned and headed back to the BBQ.
Jeff was talking to Karen, Jane and a few other wives. The guys were by the grill wait for me to come back. Tim was the first to ask what I thought of the whole thing.
I said, "Tim, if Jane tries that shit, I'll be out the door before you can scratch your left nut. I will not put up with a slut and if I find out she cheated, was cheating, or planned on cheating; I will divorce her before the jizz from her lover has dried.
"I don't care or even want to know what Jeff is thinking; it's his life. If he wants to swing or whatever else, that's his choice. But it's not for me!"
After my short outburst, Jane walked up and said it was time to go. We said goodnight to everyone and headed out. We live about 45 minutes from my sister, so I was in for a long drive.
Right off the bat Jane said, "You shouldn't judge a lifestyle until you try it."
At that point, I had to ask myself: did I want to start a fight now or after I got some. Like I said, I'm an asshole, so I chose to shut up until I gotten some loving.
The whole drive home Jane talked about 'Jeff this' and 'Jeff that.' I wanted to tell her, "If you keep fucking talking about Jeff, then you can marry him." But not till after I got a good fucking.
As we pulled up to the house Jane started rubbing my leg. Oh yeah, here comes the fucking, sucking and if I'm lucky I'll get both again in the morning.
Needless to say it was a good night.
Then she pulled out the big guns. Jane fucked me for seven days straight, at least twice a day. Sucking, fucking, anal, and what she did with her tits is illegal in some countries. But on the eighth day the campaign began.
"Mike, can I talk to you with out you getting mad?
I said, "Sweetie, after the week you just gave me, we can talk about anything and I will even listen."
